i will never return
burn you sons of god burn
everyone's in line for heaven
when will i get my turn

well i see you've got your houses built like
pharaohs in the east
you think you'd toss the feastbones to the
starving throng at least

but you'll always be little boys
always to me: little

well you villains twist like snakeskin down the
backbone of this town
to you the wolves look like mice from the
top floor to the ground

yeah yeah and i will not return here no so
burn sons of god burn
everyone's in line for heaven
when will i get my turn

yeah you'll always be little boys
always to me: little

you're not troubled by words
i bet you haven't heard
every waking moments chained up
every dream's deferred well

this night purple and green
yellow with gasoline
makes these places you live in a
horror movie scene

so someone call an ambulance and
someone call a priest
someone paint the firetruck black with
names of the deceased

who'll always be little boys
always to me: little boys